ENTRY 16
"Last chance to back out."
I glanced at Y'Mara.Â
She looked almost nightmarish as she stood to my left, dressed in her Brass Blade uniform. The faint light from the moon was casting deep shadows over her features and glinting wickedly off the sharpened edge of the sword she was spinning in her right hand.
Behind her was another ten or so Blades; each just as imposing imposing as they mulled in a ragged formation, casting quick glances around the Goblet street.Â
All of the houses were dark and only a few lanterns were flickering, most having long since burned themselves out. Not even a wind stirred the streets. It was only myself and this band of thugs, and our dark intentions.
"Too late. I need to have you earn that gil lining your purses." I replied quietly, glancing at the large manor of our target as it rose into the night sky.
"Could always turn you in for attempting to bribe an officer of the law." Y'Mara smirked as she placed the flat of her blade to my metal arm. I glanced over at her. She had pulled her lips back into a deviant smile that revealed her pointed fangs. I couldn't see her eyes behind her mask, but I knew there was a mad twinkle in them.
"You'd miss me." I answered, slightly anxious at the idea of her turning on me.
"I would. You're lucky." Y'Mara chuckled as she turned to look the manor's front door. "Everything will be where it needs to be?"
I nodded.
"It'll be where I told you."
"It had better be, Tray. Or you and I could both hang for this."
"Don't worry, tomorrow, your band is gonna be heroes, a Garlean sympathizer will be in chains and-"
"A sudden vacancy among thelower rungs of Moneterists opens up." Y'Mara filled in the rest of my sentence. I gave her a nod and accepting shrug.Â
"Almost like clockwork."Â I added.
"Almost indeed." she snorted. "Won't raise any questions."
"Have fun." I said, giving her shoulder a squeeze.
"Always." Y'Mara sneered with a disturbing amount of enthusiasm. Violence was her drug and she was clearly jonesing for a fix. This was going to get messy for everyone inside.
She gave a hand signal and her band followed after her as she strode forward towards the door. I turned and began to walk away. I had only gone a block when the banging and shouting started before the door was kicked in. After that, I couldn't hear much but I didn't need too. It was all in Y'Mara's hands now. I simply had to play my part.
It was a slow walk from the Goblet back towards Ul'dah. And the sun was just rising as I began to ascend those long steps up towards the gate. But as I looked up and saw the first rays of sun gleaming over the spires, I smirked.
Diary, my goal is to die with my pockets crammed full of gil. And this city is going to make sure that happens.Â
I'll give it a few days...and then Frandrin and I are going to have a little chat about his ally vanishing like that.
"Last chance to back out."
I glanced at Y'Mara.Â
She looked almost nightmarish as she stood to my left, dressed in her Brass Blade uniform. The faint light from the moon was casting deep shadows over her features and glinting wickedly off the sharpened edge of the sword she was spinning in her right hand.
Behind her was another ten or so Blades; each just as imposing imposing as they mulled in a ragged formation, casting quick glances around the Goblet street.Â
All of the houses were dark and only a few lanterns were flickering, most having long since burned themselves out. Not even a wind stirred the streets. It was only myself and this band of thugs, and our dark intentions.
"Too late. I need to have you earn that gil lining your purses." I replied quietly, glancing at the large manor of our target as it rose into the night sky.
"Could always turn you in for attempting to bribe an officer of the law." Y'Mara smirked as she placed the flat of her blade to my metal arm. I glanced over at her. She had pulled her lips back into a deviant smile that revealed her pointed fangs. I couldn't see her eyes behind her mask, but I knew there was a mad twinkle in them.
"You'd miss me." I answered, slightly anxious at the idea of her turning on me.
"I would. You're lucky." Y'Mara chuckled as she turned to look the manor's front door. "Everything will be where it needs to be?"
I nodded.
"It'll be where I told you."
"It had better be, Tray. Or you and I could both hang for this."
"Don't worry, tomorrow, your band is gonna be heroes, a Garlean sympathizer will be in chains and-"
"A sudden vacancy among thelower rungs of Moneterists opens up." Y'Mara filled in the rest of my sentence. I gave her a nod and accepting shrug.Â
"Almost like clockwork."Â I added.
"Almost indeed." she snorted. "Won't raise any questions."
"Have fun." I said, giving her shoulder a squeeze.
"Always." Y'Mara sneered with a disturbing amount of enthusiasm. Violence was her drug and she was clearly jonesing for a fix. This was going to get messy for everyone inside.
She gave a hand signal and her band followed after her as she strode forward towards the door. I turned and began to walk away. I had only gone a block when the banging and shouting started before the door was kicked in. After that, I couldn't hear much but I didn't need too. It was all in Y'Mara's hands now. I simply had to play my part.
It was a slow walk from the Goblet back towards Ul'dah. And the sun was just rising as I began to ascend those long steps up towards the gate. But as I looked up and saw the first rays of sun gleaming over the spires, I smirked.
Diary, my goal is to die with my pockets crammed full of gil. And this city is going to make sure that happens.Â
I'll give it a few days...and then Frandrin and I are going to have a little chat about his ally vanishing like that.
